Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

It's raining.

Under the temporary wooden pavilion, Tilan stood in front of the horizontal railing, looking at the wilderness covered by the rain curtain.

Whenever the wind blows, the sound of rain becomes dense, then interweaves between heaven and earth, and then recovers, interweaving repeatedly. Whenever the wind blows, the fine rain will float into the courtyard under the wind, wetting the horizontal railing and the ground.

Some water droplets fell on the girl's cheeks and hair on her forehead, and a fresh smell mixed with soil and rain spread, like a light fog.

The world became very quiet, the rain curtain blocked the sight, but it also brought a sense of emptiness after release. Standing quietly under the rain line of the sky, many narrow and trivial emotions also dissipated.

The wind and rain are still there, and the rain on the grassland is particularly abundant at this time of year. Animals that used to need to go to various places to find water sources are having fun in the rain curtain, washing their bodies, and then shaking their bodies, trying to find a place to shelter from the rain.

In this way, Tilan sat in the wooden pavilion, watching and listening to the heavy rain, until the afternoon, when someone came to find her along the mountain path.

"Lord Heshia." The one who came was Mingshan, one of the managers of the Heshan Rescue Association.

The man with glasses shook off his wet raincoat, and then saluted the girl sitting on the wooden chair.

"Is there anything?" The girl's clear voice was like a stream, which made people never tired of listening.

"Yes." He sorted out his words a little and then reported.

"This week, we have planted the seeds. Now that the rain has arrived, we only need to maintain it well in the future, and we can harvest in 3 months." When he said this, there was a burst of joy in his voice.

"Very good." Tilan replied softly.

Mingshan wanted to say something grateful at this time, but looking at the quiet back of the girl, he seemed to think that saying too much would only disturb her.

This seemingly young girl is definitely worthy of their respect, but she is also shrouded in a lot of fog, which makes people unable to see through and have many fantasies.

"Is Lady Heshia enjoying the rain?" Mingshan felt that he had said nonsense after asking.

"Yeah." Tilan finally turned around. Her appearance was still the same as a few years ago, a little immature and a little quiet. The traces of time had stopped on her, as if she wanted to remember her in this look.

After smoothing out a few strands of hair that were stuck to her forehead because of being wet, Tilan looked at Mingshan who was looking down and dared not look directly at her and spoke.

"Everyone has been busy for a long time during this period. It's just right to take advantage of these days of heavy rain to let everyone in the camp take a break. If you want to organize any activities, you can also tell me."

"Yes." Mingshan lowered his head and thought for a while. The supplies were not abundant now, and it was probably impossible to eat and drink a lot. He just thought about whether he could find some old audio and video playback devices to let everyone watch programs or play games together.

After listening to Mingshan's proposal, Tilan thought about it and nodded in agreement.

"Although there is not much food, it would be too boring if we don't use any. We should make some to embellish it."

"I will also be on stage for the evening show." As a singer, she can play many instruments.

Hearing this, Mingshan couldn't help but look forward to it. Although Tilan was a leader they respected, she always made people admire and love her because of her figure and appearance.

"Then let's notify them first. We will have three days off tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so that everyone can have a good rest."

"Yes." Mingshan saluted again in response, then put on his raincoat and went down the mountain again.

Watching the other person's back disappear in the corner of the col and the rain, Tilan spread her hands, looked at her palms and fingers, and then a crystal-like flute emerged. She picked it up and put it to her lips and played it gently, and the light melody surrounded the wooden pavilion.

Today, she did not think about those distant and grand things, nor did she have any eager expectations or sad memories. She just stood in the rain, with a faint sense of tranquility and leisure.

Things that she once thought would cause worry and anxiety no longer caused any waves. The previous boring thoughts could not be recalled now. The world seemed to be particularly vast and could accommodate many different things.

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The news about rest and activities spread in the camp in the evening. People who came for dinner also discussed what to play tomorrow, or what ancient movies and TV dramas they wanted to watch. Some children ran happily in the cafeteria and were caught by the members who maintained the cafeteria. Then they were taught by others in laughter.

Although the official rest and activities will not start until tomorrow, many people can't sleep tonight.

After a good night's sleep, Tilan got up at 7 o'clock in the morning.

Now her room is still in the cave, because it is safe enough, but the environment is more than a little better. The walls are polished and very smooth, and the ground is also neatly inlaid with stone slabs. There are also wardrobes and desks on the side.

Besides her, there was also Orles in the room, but the two of them did not sleep in the same bed now, but each had a comfortable small bed. At first, Orles was a little reluctant, but fortunately, Tilan persuaded her for a long time and said that they should sleep in the same room, so she accepted it.

Orles did not get up at this time. She was still the same as before, and would not get up until about eight or nine o'clock. Now she was sleeping on her side in her small bed, holding the new pillow that Tilan had sewed for her.

After combing her hair, Tilan came to Orles' bed quietly, looked at her who was still sleeping soundly, and gently touched Orles' soft nose and forehead with her fingers. Seeing that she was still sleeping in a daze, she couldn't help laughing.

She really had no guard at all. She stood up, walked out of the room, and then turned around the cave corridor that had changed a lot, and came to the central meeting hall, where there were fluorite chandeliers and unlit braziers next to them, which could accommodate more than a thousand people.

Seeing that someone had already started cleaning, Tilan nodded slightly, then walked past, continued to walk behind the meeting hall, and walked through a long passage to a pit leading to the underground.

There was a water pipe connected here at the moment, pumping relatively clean groundwater from the underground to supply the camp life.

Tilan looked at the pit below, then jumped and floated down to the bottom of the bottomless well below.

A few minutes later, Tilan landed nearly a thousand meters underground. The stone walls were hung with luminous fluorite, and next to her feet was a pool connected to the underground river.

With her toes stepping on the wet stones, Tilan came to the edge of the pool, put her fingers into it, and felt the cold groundwater with her fingertips.

Her fingers slid across the water, creating invisible ripples. Tilan checked the water quality and felt it was good, so she continued to move forward along the direction of the water flow and came to the cave on the other side. Standing here, she could hear the sound of dripping water, and the turbulent groundwater rushed across the riverbed, making waves of water splashing.

This groundwater is rarely polluted, so it leaves a glimmer of hope for life on the grassland.

After inspecting the underground water pumps and water sources built by the camp members during her absence, Tilan helped to arrange a rhythm crystal for purification and degradation before returning to the ground.

At this time, a day of rest and activities began.

Because there was no need to work today, many people gathered in the hall. Some gathered in front of a small wooden board, playing chess with a simple chessboard, some took out their own collection of drinks to share with friends, chatting, and some leaned in the corner, sitting with many people, watching the ancient film and television programs played on the small projector.

At this time, Orlesi also woke up. She was looking for Tilan's trace. There were five little guys with flapping wings around her. These silkworm moths basically followed Tilan or Orlesi every day.

"Over there, Master Tilan is there." Silkworm moth Brenna happily said the direction.

Then Orlesi quickened her pace and came to Tilan's side. Several other silkworm moths also gathered around.

"Tilan~" Orlesi grabbed Tilan's wrist sleeve and asked Tilan to play with her today.

"Okay, I'll play with Orlesi today." Tilan also wanted to have a good rest today and did not refuse.

The two came to one side of the hall. Tilan took out a wooden board, and then brushed her fingers on it, and a set of complex and gorgeous grid maps appeared.

"Let's play a role-playing game today." Tilan took out two wooden flags to replace the two people, and then took out two dice.

The rules are probably the same as the board game group, but much simpler.

"So, our adventure story begins..." Tilan smiled and raised her finger. In the expectant eyes of Orles, she took out a stack of cards and shuffled them. There were events and characters written on them.

During the game, the two of them worked as partners to deal with the problems along the way, defeat enemies, make friends, obtain powerful treasures, and finally defeat the big devil who said he wanted to destroy the world.

Time passed unknowingly, and when it was over, it was almost dark outside.

After the game, Orles was still a little immersed and did not get out of the role of the 'white witch' she played.

"I still want to continue, play, Tilan~" Orles said a little coquettishly.

"No, the game is over." Tilan shook her hand.

"Why not, it's over after defeating the devil?" She didn't quite understand.

"The game is like this, there must be an ending." At this point, Tilan remembered something.

"But in reality, even if the devil dies, a new one will be born, as long as the cycle environment does not change." She thought about it.

"I used to be troubled by this problem, but now I think I was a bit too picky." Tilan sat up slightly and helped Orlesi tidy up her messy skirt and hair.

"In fact, we are already making progress, aren't we? There are always new discoveries and new problems, but as long as we look back and look forward objectively, we have actually done well enough."

Even though human civilization has various problems now, it has made a lot of progress compared to the Fifth Era or the ignorant era in the past.

Clean water, delicious food, rich entertainment, and a stable living environment are ideals that people dared not dream of in the past, but now they are almost easily given to everyone.

Even the fierce wars within the Federation rarely affect ordinary people. Such a life is much better than the completely decadent dark age.

It's just that people always crave more, and the anxious atmosphere deliberately created by capital has also aggravated this. Many people forget what they are hoping for and what they crave, and just blindly and restlessly follow the crowd.

At night, oil lamps were lit to decorate the hall. People gathered in the cave. Occasionally, there were gusts of wind and rain outside, but the cave was still quiet and dry.

First, temporary performances were performed. Although they were a bit simple, everyone didn't care and responded with a very tolerant attitude. Occasionally, bursts of laughter were heard in the hall.

Finally, as the night deepened, the final curtain call performance began.

Tilan was wearing a slightly retro dark-colored skirt tonight. She was sitting on a pile of scattered boxes. Her feet were not wearing shoes and were naturally swaying slightly in the air. She was holding a lyre in her arms, her eyes were slightly closed, her expression was soft, and The atmosphere was not formal and solemn, but rather cordial and natural.

As the lights dimmed, she plucked the strings lightly, and then a voice with a distant melody came out.

The first song doesn't have any lyrics, just the lightness and leaps that seem to be running across the vast land.

Tilan slowly opened her eyes for the second song, and then she moved her fingers, and different musical instruments appeared beside her, including a playing violin, a lightly tapping xylophone, and occasionally a small bell that rippled, and the tune changed. It feels more ethereal and distant, as if you are seeing poetry and stories from thousands of years ago.

In the third song, many musical instruments disappeared, and only the girl's gently stroking lyre was left on the scene, and the gentle singing sounded. This was the first time Tilan sang in front of everyone, and the voice seemed to pass through the distant mist, slowly. Slowly brushing past the ears, leaving a faint lingering fragrance.

Just wait

wait

Though wide he may roam

Though he may wander

Always

one day

A hero comes home

The hero will return to his hometown

He goes where no one has gone

He goes to where no one has gone

But always

But one day

A hero comes home

The hero will return to his hometown

He knows of unknown places

He knows where no one knows

Always

one day

A hero comes home

The hero will return to his hometown

He goes where no one has gone

He goes to where no one has gone

But always

But one day

A hero comes home

The hero will return to his hometown

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At the end of the ancient epic depicted in the song, after defeating the monster that brought countless disasters, the scarred hero fell. His companions loaded his body into the boat and watched him slowly float into the distance.

The hero's greatness is not that he killed the monster, but that he finally faced his unbearable mistake and corrected it with his life, ending the cycle that constantly brought sorrow.

Real victory is often not something that collapses after the fiercest battle, but some kind of pain that people have long forgotten inadvertently.

This pain is called hunger, disease, thirst, insecurity, and difficulty sleeping at night.

Beautiful things are like soft and silent melodies, always hidden in the most inconspicuous places in the background. It is only when you wake up from a dream that you realize how rare and valuable these seemingly ordinary things are and how many eras have passed. A dream that people can only hope to achieve.